Raised on superstition
Misguided youth
Purged of common sense
Blind to the truth
Puncture wounds
Blood is drawn
Free yourself
From this world
Let the sin begin
Let the sin begin
Fear is growing dim
Atrocities unknown
Usurpers of the throne
Dead to humankind
Nothing left to find
Feel one final rush
Lifeless to the touch
Life is just a game
A game that can't be won
Devoid of inhibition
Repugnance has begun
Puncture wounds
Blood is drawn
Free yourself
From this world
Dead.